Just a little oneshot to go with Love Was Made for Me and You :D

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Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Gossip Girl.
Song: I Loved Her First- Heartland
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I still remember everything about that night, although my clearest memory is when I first saw her in that dress. Her hair shone, the fading sun framing her face like a halo,, an angel gracing us mortals. When she walked down that aisle, beneath a lily-covered archway, I thought I'd never be happier. I knew I'd never see anything more beautiful. But I was wrong to think I'd never be that happy again. I never wanted to let her go; I still don't. I was tempted to bribe Harold to let me take his Father-Daughter dance.

Look at the two of you dancing that way
Lost in the moment and each others face
So much in love you're alone in this place
Like there's nobody else in the world

She had picked the song. We had argued over it at first, I mean country music? At my wedding? At her wedding? I had never known Blair liked country music. I thought it was cheesy, those words. That it would be tacky. Still, Blair had argued and argued, and as always, she got what she wanted.

I was her number one
She told me so
And she still means the world to me
Just so you know
So be careful when you hold my girl
Time changes everything
Life must go on
And I'm not gonna stand in your way

I had never thought of how Harold was feeling that night. I certainly didn't have any children grown and married, so I couldn't pretend to sympathize and I was too caught up in his daughter to empathize. I hadn't thought what it would feel like, giving away my own little girl.

But I loved her first and I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she'd find you someday
But it's still hard to give her away
I loved her first

I can say now, with all certainty, it's a fate I wouldn't wish on almost anyone.

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It was déjà vu.
The second she walked up that aisle, to him, the ingrate, she looked just like her mother. Like it was me up at that alter, the luckiest man on earth and Blair walking up the aisle with the lilies overhead and the flower in her hair. Change the scenery and you'd have my wedding 23 years ago.

Blair's hand is stroking mine, softly, reassuringly. How can she be so calm? Our little girl's getting married to that worthless piece of shit. "Daddy, he owns his own multi-million dollar company!" Lila had said in reply, as if it was something new. What had she grown up on? A farm? Did she wear OshKosh or Baby Dior as a kid? I didn't think so. He's not good enough for her. Though, I wasn't- I'm still not- good enough for her mother. Or for her, actually.

But that's different.

"Stop cracking your knuckles, you'll make your hands sore," Blair whispered, "Plus, you look like a gangster. You'll scare his family away, not that that would be such a shame." Blair didn't like his family- mainly because they hadn't RSVP'd on time and Blair is anal about everything. I cracked a smile. She looked beautiful in red. I'd always thought that.

"Please, you're the MOB here remember?" I teased, cracking my knuckles again and ignoring the pain proceeded to squeeze her ass. She, of course, pinched me with her well-manicured talons, but it was worth it, the distraction. Plus I know she enjoyed it- she's holding my hand again.

I tuned back just in time for the dreaded "I do".

Oh, my little baby girl… She's all grown up now.
She doesn't need me anymore.

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They cut the cake, kissed and danced their first dance as man and wife.

How could that beautiful woman with you
Be the same freckle face kid that I knew
The one that I read all those fairy tales to
And tucked into bed all those nights
And I knew the first time I saw you with her
It was only a matter of time

The song started and surprisingly, my eyes watered. I was shocked; didn't my tear ducts know who I am? I'm Chuck Bass and a Bass never cries.

Still, it was that damned song.

I danced with her, softly, careful not to step on her dress or ruin her hair- chocolate brown curls just like her mothers. She looked like Blair, everything except for her eyes. Her eyes were mine.

"Daddy? You'll come and see me won't you? I mean, LA isn't far but... You and mom will still visit right?" Lila asked me, her little chestnut head on my shoulder. She's so short, it's adorable. She looked up at me, her big doe eyes all teary, and her eyelashes glistening.
I kissed her head and whispered, "Of course my little nightingale. Whenever you need me."

But I loved her first and I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she'd find you someday
But it's still hard to give her away
I loved her first

"Daddy, are you sure you're ok?" She asked again, worried.
"Are you happy?" I asked. She nodded her head and smiled magnificently. How on earth did I make this child? She's too perfect. Too much like her mother.
"Then I'm ok." I smiled, nudging her head back to my shoulder, for the last time.

From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
Someday you might know what I'm going through
When a miracle smiles up at you
I loved her first

"Daddy?" her voice hitched slightly.
"Yes, baby?"
"His family are annoying, aren't they?" She joked, her little voice still thick.

"No, no… Fine, yes they are. Your mother doesn't like them either." I said, blaming Blair. I was rewarded with a little giggle.
"Daddy?" she asked again.
"Mhm?"
"Love you." She wiped away a tear, smilingly.
"Love you more." I replied sadly as the song was coming to an end.
"Not possible, Bass." Lila laughed at her own little joke.

I smiled, kissed her cheek and led her to her new husband- her new everything. My little baby was all grown up. My little nightingale.

Andrew, her fia- husband, will have to go through the same thing. I'd feel sorry for him, I would, but he took away one of my girls tonight. He doesn't get my pity; he'll get one of the greatest girls in the world, for the rest of his life.
At least I can always say I loved her first.